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Maureen Footer's new biography, "Feel the Floor," shows how a little-known Black choreographer taught white stars all the latest moves.

The filmmaker Curry Barker got his start online as a teen-age sketch comedian. Now he's making his name as Hollywood's next great horror auteur.

As a teacher, she would talk about literature with other people's children. Finally I got the same chance.

One evening a week, at Eunji Lee's tiny Manhattan pâtisserie, Lysée, sweets are appetizer, entrée, and everything else.

"The Sheep Detectives," starring Hugh Jackman and Emma Thompson, is based on a near-perfect "sheep crime novel"--but the adaptation shows disappointingly little interest in the animal mind.

Spirit Airlines was a mess. But it was also an icon of budget travel, facilitating a kind of low-grade freedom for the masses.

In "Mawmaw," the photographer Anthony Wilson pays tribute to West Virginia women who, after one tragedy or another, care for their children's children.

On her new album, "Middle of Nowhere," the singer toys with two of country music's great themes: her home state of Texas, and solitude.

In Ildikó Enyedi's meditative nature epic, "Silent Friend," three lonely experimenters from three different eras seek to unlock the secrets of plants--and learn something vital about themselves.

What to do this week, in New York City and beyond.